As I sit in the grey dungeon that has become my home over the past several weeks, I have come to two conclusions. The first is that this power that I have fated upon is dark and treacherous and it has no business being in the hands of any mortal. This is the very power of the gods, unrestrained. I have stared into the face of the divine and walked away with its glow and its stench. I am unfit to know such things, to be who I am.
Tags: campaign journal, grand campaign, mauril, pathfinder
Again, it seems that too much time has passed since I have found the opportunity to again set upon my journal. It has been weeks since I have had a place of refuge. I have taken up temporary residence in Newholm with two of those whom I had gone adventuring. Before I tell you of my time here, I should tell of the events that transpired to bring me from Queen’s Landing to here.
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It seems like it has been ages since I have been able to return to my books. I was loath to abandon them, but it seems that I was not fashioned for the life of an adventurer. I have found for myself a temporary respite in this subterranean library. It feels more comfortable than anything I have known since fleeing to Firforge.
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Rath’s letters from the Grand Campaign
Tags: campaign journal, Fantasy, pathfinder, Ranger, RPG
I’ve started this journal for the very likely event that something goes horribly wrong. I’ve discovered something that I shouldn’t have. Before I catalog that, however, I should probably tell you, reader, who I am. I am currently known as Mauril Everleaf, scribe of Mishya. I moved to Firforge nearly ten years ago and have considered it my home since my youth.
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